You listen, you listen, the road ahead is long and the red flag is waving, emerging ideas will break the dusty old thinking. Then everything returns to dust: your love is lingering, like a drizzle on your face. Hey, I can't hear you, I've been banished to the dust. Where is my hatred for you? In the vast red world, it has returned to dullness.
Purpose: Breaking through the prison of the old century, we love each other